Her cheeks were aflame with embarrassment, and she grabbed a piece of clothing nearby, throwing it
at his face to shield his eyes. With a swift movement, Ian snatched the clothes and tossed it under the
bed. “I want to see you. Maja, when did you learn to do that? Maja.” Unable to tolerate it any longer,
Maja covered his mouth, only to hear him chuckle lightly and feel him licking her palm, signaling his
playful intention. The bedroom door had been left ajar, and neither of them noticed the figure pausing at
the threshold. At the touch of the doorframe, Patric’s fingers curled slightly. The sounds from inside
were unmistakable, and after standing there briefly, he silently retreated. Back in his own room, Patric
felt a seething anger spreading through his chest, as if it sought to evaporate all the moisture from his
body. Especially Maja’s soft moans, they scratched at his heart like a cat’s claws. He rubbed at his
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttemples before punching the wall beside him. “Eric?” He mentally called out, but Eric offered no
response. Peeling off his jacket, Patric eyed the track marks on his arms. “Eric, you heard them, didn’t
you? The woman you adore is with your brother. You give them all the clues, and do they appreciate it?
You’re such a coward. If I were you, I’d make sure she never forgets me!” Eric and Patric were polar
opposites; where Eric was gentle as a stream, Patric was unpredictable as a storm. Now, looking at the
collection of needle marks, a cold smirk played across his lips. “Forget it. It’s pointless talking to you.
You never respond unless Maja is near. So, from now on, stay out of my way!” Another punch hit the
wall, his desire to feel his bones break almost palpable. It was only after a while that Eric’s faint voice
emerged. “I’ve told you before, those aren’t my feelings.” Patric kicked over the coffee table with
frustration, “If they’re not your feelings, then why do I feel such rage, such disgust at the sound of those
two?” Even the memory of it reignited a furious blaze within him. Eric remained silent. “Eric, no one can
stop what I’m about to do.” He turned coldly and made his way to the bathroom to wash the blood from
his fingers, but it was then that Eric finally spoke up. “You should go with them to that place.” “I’m not
going.” “Don’t you want to know the real purpose behind the project? Maybe if you go there, meet that
person, and you’ll find out.” Patric’s brow furrowed; he was never good at deciphering Eric’s riddles.
“Really?” “Yes.” In an instant, Patric’s fists clenched. If this
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person was lying to him. Three days later. Ian’s wounds had healed enough that he didn’t have to worry
about them reopening, so he decided to take Maja for a stroll around the underground combat pit.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDespite its chaos, as Phelps had said, there was a certain order to this lawless zone, a set of rules that
governed survival. Maja paused in front of a shop, feeling a gaze fixed on her. But the crowd was too
dense, and she couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from. “What’s up?” Ian asked, his ring-adorned
hand enveloping hers and lifting it to his lips for a kiss. Ever since his wounds had healed, every time
Maja was in the room, she would inevitably be pulled into bed, and their days would blur into a haze of
passion. Worried about his non-stop indulgence today, she had insisted on getting out for a bit, hoping
to avoid repeating the wantonness. “Nothing, I was just considering whether Phelps’s men might be
lurking around here already.” No sooner had she spoken than Ian moved closer, his fingers tightly
interlocking with hers. “Maja, I don’t fear whoever’s backing him, nor do I dread his arrival, as long as
you’re by my side.” He left his sentence unfinished, and she blushed at the implication. Clearing her
throat, she replied, “I know, I know. Me too.”